Something awoke me. My eyes popped open and almost out of their sockets. I heard a distinct bang. Where had it come from? Again something boomed, three times. I saw nothing, the door. Someone was knocking at the door. Just as I was about to get up and answer it but I didn't have to. The doors were forced open. A man dressed in religious attire entered. I'd seen him at the Vatican a few times.

"What in God's name are you doing here?" I asked without anger.

"I've come as a representative of the Vatican. A group of us have decided that the two of you know too much and are a threat to the reputation of the Church. I'm to carry out your execution." His accent was strong and strict. He kept a strict tone.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I yelled. Frankie stirred a bit in her slumber but she did not wake up. She was a strong sleeper probably wrapped up in her own dreams.

The man lifted a pillow with a blank expression on his face.

"What, a pillow fight to the death?" I laughed.

"Not exactly" he answered and I heard a gun shot. Feather's floated through the air. I looked over at Frankie. She bled. There was blood coming from a hole in her head but still she slept, undisturbed. I got up to lunge at him but then another shot was fired. My chest burned. Smoke rose from the middle of my chest. I couldn't breathe. I fell back on the bed.

I woke up, again. I woke to find Frankie sleeping beside me. There was no blood anywhere. I scooped her up into my arms, I hugged her. She woke up smiling, "wow. nice way to wake up." She stared up at me, so angelic. Most of the time she seemed to glow and resemble an angel. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Inside she was so beautiful, outside she was so beautiful.

"Is something wrong?" she questioned.

She's been through so much. Did she really need this right now? "No nothing's wrong. everything's perfect." I lied through my teeth but knew it was best.